Congratulations on Your Successful Escape

Mo Yi bent his eyebrows, his brows were bright, and his smile made people get closer subconsciously.

As if infected by his attitude, the other party seemed less nervous, and his facial expression relaxed.

Mo Yi's attitude was gentle: "Your name is Wang Zezhi, right?" He remembered that the other party briefly introduced himself during the team formation session on the first day of the game.

Wang Zezhi nodded in surprise, as if he didn't expect Mo Yi to remember his name.

"Isn't this your first time entering the game?" Mo Yi smiled and continued to ask.

Wang Zezhi looked a little embarrassed, stretched out his hand to push his glasses, and replied, "The third time."

He calmed down and continued: "I survived the first two times with enough time, but in the last dungeon, I accidentally opened a branch line. Thanks to the help of a senior person, I managed to survive. Opened the points store... I also know a little bit about the mechanism of this game."

Mo Yi raised his eyebrows with interest, waiting for him to continue.

Wang Zezhi subconsciously broke the black bread on the plate with his fingers, looked up at Mo Yi, pursed his lips, and said:

"So, I can tell which people in the dungeon are really doing practical things."

Suddenly, Mo Yi's shoulders sank.

He looked to his side in surprise, only to see Song Qi pressing his palm on his shoulder, and approaching him with his whole body - through the thin clothes, Mo Yi could almost feel the cold temperature of his palm.

Song Qi's voice was a little deeper than usual:

"So you're here to ask for a team?"

Mo Yi frowned indistinctly.

He didn't expect that "Song Qi" would ask such a sharp question, and show such an obvious hostility, what's wrong with him?

Mo Yi couldn't help getting nervous secretly: After all, the identity and purpose of the other party are his great hidden dangers, if something happens at this moment, the development of the matter will be beyond his control.

Wang Zezhi didn't respond. He smiled and replied straightforwardly:

"Yes, in this dungeon, I will try my best to help you and assist you to complete side missions. It can be regarded as mutual benefit."

After finishing speaking, Wang Zezhi looked around the two of them strangely, then coughed lightly, and added:

"That...Of course, as a modern person, my mind is still very open."

Mo Yi turned his head in a daze:? ? ?

—Wait, are you misunderstanding something?

Song Qi's facial expression was not as cold as before. He let go of the palm on Mo Yi's shoulder, and lowered his head solemnly to fiddle with the bread on his dinner plate.

Mo Yi came back to his senses, and smiled helplessly: "You misunderstood, we are just friends."

Under Mo Yi's spring-like gaze, Wang Zezhi was forced to nod his head, admitting that he had made a mistake, then lowered his head and concentrated on eating the bread carefully, and never looked at Song Qi who had regained his depression.

The harmonious breakfast time always passes quickly.

Mo Yi put the plate back on the serving table and turned around to leave.

The next second, his pace stopped, Mo Yi frowned, and walked quickly to the clock behind the dining table.

The same as the last time I saw it, this clock was running hard and conscientiously. The only difference was that this time... it was running backwards.

The second hand spins backwards little by little, which looks extraordinarily magical.

Mo Yi frowned tightly, and was calculating quickly in his mind. Suddenly, he was taken aback. The clock should have started running backwards at the same time as he started the side mission—it was like a countdown.

So what happens when the countdown ends?

Wang Zezhi's voice came from behind: "Are you okay? It's almost time for class."

Mo Yi glanced at the clock with a puzzled look for the last time, then turned around and walked towards Song Qi and Wang Zezhi who were standing at the door of the restaurant, and replied as he walked:

"I'll come."

Behind Mo Yi, the old crooked old clock was quietly hanging on the wall, the black metal case was glowing with cold light, the broken dial was still running, and the second hand was going counterclockwise bit by bit. Extraordinarily weird.

-

After arriving at the library, everyone was taken aback again.

Like the restaurant, there has been a new look here too.

The benches and long tables are neatly arranged without a speck of dust on them, and an open book is spread in front of each seat, as if there are still people who want to sit on it and study.

Under the bright light overhead, the bare floors and walls seemed less uncomfortable, and rather warm.

But in the copy of the game, such a change can only make everyone feel shuddering.

However, at least with the lessons learned from the restaurant, everyone got used to it very quickly this time. After a while, they suppressed the surprise on their faces and entered the room.

However, the difference is that everyone was more cautious this time, no longer walking around, but sat on the stool peacefully, praying secretly that no more strange things would happen, while waiting for the time to end .

Mo Yi looked around at the people who had survived for a week, feeling a little more confident.

There are four people on Zhao Yicheng's side, two seniors and two newcomers, and the newcomer who suddenly questioned him before is one of them.

People on both sides are clearly separated, sitting far away, with a bench in between, which looks quite conspicuous.

The rookie who once shot at Mo Yi seemed quite anxious. He shook his legs irritably. Although the temperature here was not high, his face was covered with thin beads of sweat. He stretched out his hand to hold his side. His cheeks were rubbed subconsciously with his fingers, and his skin was slightly red.

The other people didn't look very good either. Everyone seemed to be frightened by the strange atmosphere in the library, and everyone seemed distracted. Zhao Yicheng and Sun Xiaoyan were whispering something, their faces hidden in the dark , barely visible.

Mo Yi's gaze swept across them without stopping at all.

He turned to look at Wang Zezhi: "Go for a walk?"

Wang Zezhi nodded, and the three stood up one after another, and began to search for clues in the entire room.

Zhao Yicheng and the others were not to be outdone. Although their faces were still a little pale, they still stood up and walked around the room like headless flies, as if they wanted to find some clues that hadn't been discovered yet.

Mo Yi was the first to walk to the table where the poem was written.

The wood-textured table top is clean and smooth, looking complete and brand new, without the slightest trace of being scratched by a knife.

Mo Yi reached under the table and searched.

Empty.

Mo Yi straightened up, frowned slowly, and walked quickly to the inner library.

The books that look very neat are arranged on the spotless bookshelves, neatly arranged in alphabetical order.

Mo Yi casually took out a copy and flipped through it, only to see that it was a very popular enlightenment book at that time, and there were traces of being read in it, but it could be seen that it was well protected, not at all like the last time I came here. Old and dirty looking.

Suddenly, at this moment, a scream came from not far behind.

Mo Yi was taken aback, and hurriedly placed the book horizontally on top of the other books, then quickly turned around and walked towards the place where the sound came from.

I saw a newcomer girl standing by the table with a pale face, pointing at the books spread out on the table with trembling fingers, and tremblingly said: "I... I was looking for clues just now, when I turned my head, , The book was turned!"

Seeing everyone's disbelief, the expression on her face was about to cry: "I swear! Really! Before I turned my head just now, it really didn't have this number of pages!"

Mo Yi pursed his lips disinterestedly, turned around and walked towards the library.

He paused in reaching for the book.

The book he had just pulled out to look at was now sitting neatly on the shelf.

Mo Yi withdrew his outstretched palm, lowered his eyelids, his brows were dark, unable to show any emotion.

The ominous premonition was like a thick fog after the rain, lingering on his fingertips and in his heart, and it couldn't be dispelled no matter what.

He pursed his lips and said nothing.

— searched all morning and found almost nothing.

The whole room seemed to have been completely cleaned and cleared. All the clues, past and undiscovered, seemed to have been completely cleaned and disappeared, even though everyone turned the whole room upside down. , and still nothing new has been discovered.

Sun Xiaoyan wiped the sweat from his forehead with his dusty palm, leaving a dirty mark on his fair cheek.

She straightened her sore waist and turned her head, only to find that when everyone was exhausted, Mo Yi was sitting on a bench with a calm face, reading a book with nothing to do with herself.

I saw him twirling the pages of the book with his slender fingers, and then slowly turning to the next one, as if he was sitting quietly in the library instead of being in a dangerous escape game copy.

There was an unknown fire in Sun Xiaoyan's heart, she angrily walked to Mo Yi's side, and said in a strange way:

"You opened side missions, and the result is that you just sit there and do nothing, and let others help you find clues?"

Mo Yi's face was gloomy, as if he was still immersed in his own world.

After a while, he raised his head.

His eyeballs were very dark, and when he stared at people, it was as dark as a dark abyss, which surprised Sun Xiaoyan.

Mo Yi paused for a moment, then said thoughtfully, "What I'm worried about is not whether there are clues or no clues, but the absence of clues is itself a clue."

... what what and what?

Sun Xiaoyan was taken aback.

At this moment, the dining bell rang. I don't know if it was an illusion, but it also sounded much more pleasant than before.

Although everyone hadn't given up yet, they had no choice but to leave the library and walk to the restaurant according to the schedule.

This time the lunch was bigger.

Cream and honey drizzled on the roasted golden leg meat exudes a charming aroma, crepes are stacked in layers on a white plate, dotted with glossy strawberry jam, and desserts include pudding and apple pie.

Mo Yi and his party still sat aside with ordinary black bread.

While everyone was eating, Mo Yi suddenly put down a small half of the black bread that was smothered in his hand, raised his head, and said:

"Free time this afternoon, we will act separately."

Wang Zezhi was stunned: "But..."

Mo Yi smiled unquestionably, and interrupted him:

"Only after I share the existing clues with you, you will officially participate in the branch line, you know this, right?"

Wang Zezhi was silent for a while, then nodded.

He understood what Mo Yi meant: he needed to prove that he was worthy of sharing information with him.

- Talking to smart people is easy.

There was a slight smile in the corner of Mo Yi's eyes.

At this moment, Song Qi who had been silent for a long time suddenly asked, "What are you going to do this afternoon?"

Mo Yi raised his head, thought about it seriously, and then replied solemnly:

"I'm going to find a rabbit."

The author has something to say: Mo Yi: I think we are just friends.Song Qi: No, you don’t want to (smile